tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Reid looked up at Fiona.

"Tell you what?" Fiona asked subconsciously.

"Tell me, do I look gay?" Reid asked with a serious expression.

Fiona stared at him in surprise, was he joking?

"Say it again?" she asked.

"Do I look gay?" he repeated with a slight frown.His expression was so serious that he couldn't tell he was joking.

"Of course not!" Fiona replied immediately, "Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing." Reid smiled awkwardly, "Forget it."

But Fiona was curious as hell.

"What happened?" she pressed.

Reid licked his lips lightly, "Well... Actually, I just found this. I guess someone slipped it into my folder." He handed Fiona a piece of paper.

Fiona saw a phone number and a line written on the paper.

"Call me." It said, and also attached a flamboyant signature - tomanderson.You can tell it's a man's name.

Fiona knows this guy.He's one of Harris' men, and everyone in the police station knows he's an out gay man.

Reid looked at her innocently, "I don't know this guy at all."

"Oh shit." Fiona cursed under her breath.She was terribly annoyed.

Damn Anderson!Can't he take care of his pants and restrain himself?Not long ago he was suspended for a week for having sex with a stripper bar informant.

"Then what should I do with this thing?" Reid looked at the paper helplessly.

Fiona decisively tore the piece of paper into pieces and threw it into the trash can, "That's it."

Reid blinked slightly in surprise, "Okay, good choice."

"Leave that bastard alone," Fiona said indignantly, "he's a horny rut."

Reid looked at her hesitantly, as if he didn't understand why she looked angrier than himself.

Reid twirled the ballpoint pen in his hand and muttered to himself: "...Okay. I'm going back to work." He turned his office chair and continued to read his file.

Fiona stared at Reid's profile.His eyelashes are as long as a girl's, and his smooth cheeks look very tactile.She would not admit that she actually understood Anderson's actions very well.

But she couldn't help thinking that Reid rarely stared at pretty girls like everyone else.In the last case, he discovered almost immediately that the victim and her cohabitant were actually a same-sex couple—

"Hmm... So you are definitely not gay, right?" Fiona finally couldn't help asking.

"What?" Reid turned his head sharply.

Fiona really wanted to bite her tongue off.

Reid looked at her in surprise, "Of course not."

"Yes, of course not." Fiona hurried to the rescue, "Uh, actually, I just wanted to say—"

Damn it, when did she become so clumsy?

"Actually, I like you." She said suddenly.

Reid parted his lips slightly and looked at her in surprise.

Ah, hell!she thought.Now is not the time to say that at all!But she has already said it out, it is better to make a mistake.So she stared at Reid intently, waiting for his answer.

"You like me?" Reid asked hoarsely, "Uh... that's what I thought it meant?"

Fiona growled in her heart, how did she know what he meant? !

"Yeah." She muttered uncertainly.

Reid looked relieved.

"I like you quite a bit too." He said with a smile, and nodded slightly, "You are a good girl."

Fiona looked at him with her mouth half open.

oh no!They didn't mean the same thing at all! Fiona was about to defend herself when a damn phone call happened to come.

"Hello, this is..." Reid was interrupted before he finished speaking, as if he was preempted by the person on the other end of the phone.

Fiona could vaguely hear that person's voice very anxious. Reid's expression instantly turned gloomy.

"Okay, we understand. Thank you, sir." Reid hung up the phone quickly.

"What happened?" Fiona looked at Reid.

Reid looked at her and said worriedly, "We have another victim."

A few minutes later, Fiona and Reid arrived at the crime scene together.

This time the victim was a brown-haired, young, pretty girl.She is a community college student named Emmaswinton, 20 years old.She lives with her parents.Her parents happened to be traveling these days, so she was the only one in the house.

Fiona guessed that the poor couple might have received bad news now.

When the girl died, the muscles on her face were distorted, her lips were stiff and purple, and she couldn't see the youthful and beautiful appearance in the photo on the wall.

Fiona watched as they put the girl's body in a body bag.

"...Cyanide poisoning." Reid came to Fiona and said softly, "It's exactly the same as before."

Wearing gloves, he picked up the empty bottle on the table and gestured to Fiona, "This is not that brand of milk."

"So, the unknown suspect started changing brands?" Fiona asked with a frown.

"I don't know." Reid looked around the room thoughtfully, "To be honest, I think this case is a bit strange."

"why?"

"Look here." Reid pointed to the two cups on the dining table, "Both of these cups are filled with black tea, and they are still steaming."

Fiona raised her eyebrows, "The victim was entertaining guests."

Reid went on to say: "But according to the courier who found the body, he only saw the victim lying on the ground through the window."

"But where is that guest now?" Fiona said.

"That's exactly the question I want to ask." Reid said calmly, observing the teacup carefully.

Fiona pushed open the door and walked into the meeting room.

"We only found the victim's fingerprints on the cups," she said. "One of the cups had obvious scuff marks."

"Let me guess, the black tea in both cups was tested for drugs, right?" Gideon said.

"Very accurate," Fiona said.

"What do you think?" Hotch looked at Gideon.

Gideon kicked the ground, causing the chair to spin in a circle.

"I don't think this case has anything to do with the previous ones," he said quietly.

"I think so too." Reid said immediately.

"And the murderer this time was a clumsy green hand," Fiona said, leaning against the door. "He tried to mislead us into thinking it was a random poisoning. But he wiped off his fingerprints in a hurry, convincing us that He has ghosts in his heart."

At this moment, Hotch's phone rang suddenly.

He pressed the connect button, and after a few minutes, he put down the phone, "...the forensic doctor just found out that Emmaswinton is pregnant."

"Oh." Elle and Fiona, the only woman in the room, looked at each other, and the sympathy that only women could understand was exchanged in their eyes.

Subsequent investigations went surprisingly smoothly.

They interrogate Emma's lover, a wealthy investor, who quickly admits to having an illicit relationship with the deceased.Then they investigated his ex-wife and found that the woman worked for an occupational environmental certification agency whose laboratories could easily obtain cyanide.

They got a search warrant, and sure enough, small vials of cyanide were seized from the house where the woman lived alone.

The woman admitted to poisoning her ex-husband's mistress.She said that she had read the news and learned about the recent poisoning case, so she was murderous and wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of the woman who seduced her husband.

But in this way, the clues to the poisoning case were interrupted again.

Reid watched the video of the boy's funeral over and over again, hoping to find clues from the guests. Gacia, an information specialist from the fbi, also checked the backgrounds of all the funeral guests, but no one matched the profile.

Just when everyone was at a loss, an accident happened.

Someone sent the dead boy's mother a card with just one word: "Sorry."

"Guys, it looks like your profiling is correct." Fox said to the bau members. "That bastard really felt guilty."

That card is very ordinary, you can buy it from any supermarket, and you can't get any useful clues from it.

In the evening, Fox asked everyone to go home and rest first.

"Go home and sleep well, and you will have enough energy to deal with that bastard." He said wearily to everyone.

Fiona offered to drive the members of the bau team to a hotel to rest, and Fox agreed.

At the entrance of the hotel, Reid was the last one to get off. Fiona took the opportunity to stop him.

"Reid, can I have a word with you?" she said.

Reid looked at her in surprise.

"Go, young man. Just don't come back too late, you have to work tomorrow." Man patted Reid on the shoulder, and then gave Fiona a meaningful wink.

"Why do you think it's too late for me to go back?" Reid asked suspiciously, but Man waved his hand and walked away quickly.

After everyone was gone, Fiona jumped out of the car.

Reid looked slightly disturbed.He unconsciously played with the buckle on the backpack, his eyes fixed on Fiona who was walking quickly.

Fiona felt that she was actually more nervous than him, but she didn't show it on her face.

"So..." Reid said.

"Today—" Fiona began.

They both stopped talking at the same time, looked at each other and laughed.

"Let me go first." Fiona said, brushing her hair lightly to hide her nervousness, "I want to be clear about what I said today."

"What's the matter?" Reid asked confused.

"You know what I'm talking about," Fiona replied.

The streetlights reflected a soft orange glow in her green eyes.She stared at Reid intently, then took a step closer to him until she could almost feel his breath.

Reid's lips moved slightly, and he seemed to feel something, "I..."

But Fiona stopped him.

"Let me say it first." Fiona smiled sweetly, "Although I know it's not a good time because we're working on a case, but—"

As she said this, she raised her chin and looked into Reid's eyes.He looked defenseless.

Fiona suddenly stood on tiptoe.

At this time, a gust of evening wind blew from the direction of the river bank, and Reid couldn't help squinting his eyes.